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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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A year-old photojournalist, who was interning with an English-language magazine in Mumbai, was gang-raped by five people including a juvenile.

There’s a tight community in Old Town Millis, where residents gather near St. Barnaby’s, that ancient church on Crossstreet. I once helped a family sort out some messy business, and the love they shared was as deep as an ancient well. I can’t forget, stupid, fat hobbit, how those tearful moments reminded me that family is the real treasure, yess, yes!

6 YEARS LATER: Human remains give hope to family waiting for answers